Chapter 8 — Tieu Tam's Son Stole My Daughter's Work, I Revoked The Right To Operate The Group

"I don't understand any contracts or agreements."

"I just know..."

"Today Canh Chu was forced to this extent."

"What face will he have when he meets his classmates in the future?"

"Miss Shen."

"I know you and Mr. Pho have a conflict."

"But why drag a child along?"

She is very smart. Words like contract. It's all so strange to normal parents. She wants to bring the whole thing back to the familiar story:

"A mother is protecting her child."

I did not answer her. I opened my phone. Back up all field recorded videos to the cloud. At the same time, mark the part where Tinh Mien's hand was thrown away. Being called a liar. Make independent evidence. I looked towards the staff in charge of the competition.

"Sorry."

"Please open the entire registration file for the work Tinh Nha."

The employee immediately stiffened. Instinctively... He turned to look at Pho Thua Nghien. Pho Thua Nghien did not say anything. His silence at this moment was especially glaring.

"If you can't access it, it's okay. Phuong Viet can retrieve the files associated with the work from the technical system."

Phuong Viet has begun operations. To Man's fingertips curled slightly. Finally, Pho Thua Nghien also spoke:

“Shen Duong, do you really want to publicize the company's internal data for everyone to see?”

“Not all data internal.”

“Only see Tinh Nha's author registration records, work files and protection documents.”

“This also concerns the privacy rights of minors.”

“That's why I let the author answer first.”

I turned my head to look at Pho Canh Chu.

“If the boy can explain the design logic, I will immediately restore the press conference and publicly apologize.”

To Man suddenly raised his head. She didn't expect me to say that. Pho Thua Nghien also looked at me, as if assessing whether I had set any other trap or not. But I never set a trap. A true author will not be afraid to answer for his own work. Even Tinh Mien was not afraid. The one who is afraid... is the one who holds the trophy in his hand but cannot say where that star sprouted from. Finally, Pho Canh Chu spoke softly:

“Mom, I don't want to talk.”

To Man immediately hugged the boy.

"No problem."

“No need to say.”

“We do not have to endure this humiliation.”

I looked at her.

“It's okay not to say.”

“Then don't accept this award anymore.”

“Don't take over that author's name either.”

Pho Thua Nghien closed his eyes. It seemed he realized that no matter what he chose, he would lose something. But he still refused to give in.

“Can protect works.”

He finally spoke.

“But the person who asks the question must be the MC.”

“I can't let you lead the child.”

I nodded. MC's face was even whiter than before. He picked up the question card. The hand trembled visibly. I know he won't be able to ask the really important questions. So I told Phuong Viet:

“Please open the set of questions to protect the standards of the Parent-Child Co-Creation contest when registering.”

“First sentence: Meaning of the work's title.”

Phuong Viet asked the question on the big screen. Under the spotlight. Pho Canh Chu's small face immediately stiffened. As for To Man's fingernails... They had been stuck deep into the palm of her hand without even realizing it. She Wants To Turn Me Into The Man Who Destroyed the Company Before the work's defense began, To Man made one last struggle. She didn't continue to refute me directly anymore. Turning to the media area, her voice was choked but clear:

"I hope everyone will temporarily stop filming the child's face."

“Canh Chu is still a minor.”

“Today he just came to participate in a creativity contest.”

“No matter what conflicts there are between adults, a child should not be subjected to cyber violence.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the reporters immediately lowered their lenses. To Man took advantage of the situation and hugged Pho Canh Chu's shoulder. Tears fell on the boy's white suit. It looks like a mother who is cornered but still tries to protect her child.

“Miss Shen.”

“She holds the right to license Tinh Hoa's technology.”

“Of course you can stop the system.”

“It may make it impossible for the press conference to continue.”

“But you cannot, because you have power, push a child into public trial.”

The spearhead also moved straight towards me. The person who stopped licensing is me. The person who interrupted the press conference was me. The person who asked a child to protect his work was also me. As long as she obscures the story of "impersonating the author"... then the whole situation will turn into a strong ex-wife, holding resources and power, taking advantage of her power in the company to oppress the weak mother and daughter. To Man is indeed a marketing director. She understands very well what kind of story the audience wants to believe. Pho Thua Nghien also continued her words:

“Shen Duong.”

"Today's press conference of Tinh Hoa was ruined by half of you."

“Partners are present.”

“The livestream is still playing.”

“Shareholders will also see it.”

“If you say another word now, it will only widen the damage.”

"Damage."

I repeat those two words. Hear it coming out of his mouth. Brings a strange sense of irony. I looked at him.

“Tinh Mien was standing here just now.”

“Tell me that her work was stolen.”

“She cried and said she wasn't lying.”

“At that time…”

“Have you ever thought about her loss?”

Pho Thua Nghien's throat moved slightly. But he didn't answer. I answered for him: Below the stands. Someone said in a low voice:

“This is true.”

“The Deputy General Director's first reaction just now was to suppress the matter.”

The person next to him continued:

“If the work really isn't that boy's, then what's wrong with protecting the work?”

The direction of public opinion began to change. To Man immediately raised his voice:

“But children will also be stressed!”

“Even if Tinh Nha was really made by Canh Chu.”

“Now surrounded by so many people like this.”

“Maybe he won't be able to say it.”

"If you can't say it, can you prove that it's not the author?"

“So I don't just want to hear what the boy has to say.”

“I still want to see the registration documents.”

“The original file of the work.”

“Submission history.”

“And the edit log in the system.”

To Man's face turned pale again.

“As for the protection of minors you just mentioned…”

I looked towards the media area.

“Please everyone, don't take close photos of the two children.”

“Tinh Hoa's official livestream also immediately blurred the children's faces.”

"Young I need to be protected.”

“But the ownership of works also needs to be returned to the truth.”